[00:06.40]Up the airy mountain,
[00:08.37]Down the rushy glen,
[00:10.53]We daren't go a-hunting
[00:12.60]For fear of little men;
[00:14.65]Wee folk, good folk,
[00:16.89]Trooping all together;
[00:19.15]Green jacket, red cap,
[00:21.33]And white owl's feather!
[00:24.01]Down along the rocky shore
[00:25.55]Some make their home,
[00:27.76]They live on crispy pancakes
[00:29.36]Of yellow tide-foam;
[00:30.84]Some in the reeds
[00:32.71]Of the black mountain lake,
[00:34.88]With frogs for their watch-dogs,
[00:36.72]All night awake.
[00:39.73]High on the hill-top
[00:41.26]The old King sits;
[00:43.17]He is now so old and gray
[00:45.69]He's nigh lost his wits.
[00:47.97]With a bridge of white mist
[00:49.62]Columbkill he crosses,
[00:51.44]On his stately journeys
[00:53.53]From Slieveleague to Rosses;
[00:55.58]Or going up with music
[00:57.77]On cold starry nights
[01:00.12]To sup with the Queen
[01:02.67]Of the gay Northern Lights.
[01:05.44]They stole little Bridget
[01:07.32]For seven years long;
[01:11.17]When she came down again
[01:12.66]Her friends were all gone.
[01:14.16]They took her lightly back,
[01:15.47]Between the night and morrow,
[01:17.69]They thought that she was fast asleep,
[01:20.53]But she was dead with sorrow.
[01:23.59]They have kept her ever since
[01:25.97]Deep within the lake,
[01:27.87]On a bed of flag-leaves,
[01:29.33]Watching till she wake.
[01:31.97]By the craggy hill-side,
[01:34.01]Through the mosses bare,
[01:35.66]They have planted thorn-trees
[01:38.40]For pleasure here and there.
[01:40.79]If any man so daring
[01:42.59]As dig them up in spite,
[01:43.92]He shall find their sharpest thorns
[01:47.14]In his bed at night.
[01:49.07]Up the airy mountain,
[01:51.00]Down the rushy glen,
[01:52.60]We daren't go a-hunting
[01:55.23]For fear of little men;
[01:57.63]Wee folk, good folk,
[01:59.31]Trooping all together;
[02:02.46]Green jacket, red cap,
[02:05.52]And white owl's feather!